My existence was a handful
of disordered letters with no destination.
Loose words, echo of the wind,
whispers forgotten on a road.
But you, in your divine essence
with your smile you made them poetry,
you united them in verses of light and life,
weaving a song that nestles in the soul.
And with your gaze, the whole universe
became a sincere verse.
Your eyes, two beacons in the mist,
discovered joy in me.
